Erotic PoetryBelmont Park HotelThe confident snicker of high heels on hardwood
Now silenced by the pencil skirt
Puddled black around your ankles.
Emerald panties aiding and abetting
Cling like neon cuffs
Those green eyes
First wide and anxious
Now heavy-lidded
half-closed with lust
My palm and fingers
moistened with your desire.
"Did you bring the riding crop?"
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